gray sky
yellow lamplight
shining on my book
mere letters on paper
creating stories
stories come to live
as companions in my head
chiselled from the mist
friends I’ve never met
treasured moments that never happened
lonely with my dreams
waiting for my someday friend
this time maybe real
a hand to touch mine
a heart to know mine
laughing as one
thoughts intertwined
it wasn’t even that funny
fleeting moments twined to life
with echoes of laughter
rolling away
watching them go
wanting these moments back
rolling on to eternity
waiting for us there
today just a glimpse
of the forever light
shines through the cracks
Hands warmed by the light
turn to grip the sword
I really, really like this one. Notice how it begins and ends with two different lights. There is a sense of longing that develops throughout the poem, which then turns to hopefulness and finally ends as a call to fight for that which we hope for. I find this renga to be moving and very beautiful. All of this is to say: The next time Raquel starts a renga- join in! The more people contribute, the more diverse our poems will be. Come on and write with us! Why don't you?
Thanks to Raquel for starting and maintaining the Renga Blog!
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